obi-wan kenobi

The logic of his silence made all the sense to her. Obi-Wan never did something that he didn't consider, that he didn't way the posibilities of. Each possible outcome must be weighed or else he would not act; he would not falter in his holding back until he was certain. And with over ten years to consider possibilities, Satine was sure that Obi-Wan had already made and verified his decision more than once. 

There would be nothing more, even if she were to fall upon her knees and beg him with her tears flowing or to wind her arms around his neck and whisper in his ear of her carnal wants, her body pressed tightly against his. Neither, nor any other attempt on her part would sway him. Not once his decision was made. And he had made that decision ages before.

Satine respected the dedication to it, and found displeasure in it in equal measures. The conviction of such a stance was honorable of him; she knew any afternoon spent with him would be forever ingrained within her, so it made all the sense that a night with him would be written in both her bones and her soul for days endless past her own death. It would be unfair of him to push such a burden on her. And the whispers of her sister as she left her young infant son in Satine's arms echoed in her heart as well. She was not a warm person by nature, having been cut down so many times in her youth, but the death of her sister has carved her deeper than almost anything else had. And to have that infant boy in her arms had melded her in an unexpected way; she now bore a new title to her list of attributed and positions - she was now and forever more, a mother. Her blood ran though Korkie's veins though her connection to his birth mother but her soul had bonded with him as deeply as if she had born the child from her own womb. And Satine could only imagine the change in her if she was to bear a child from such a union as the one she imagined herself having with Obi-Wan Kenobi. The risk was too much, even for them, perpetual risk takers, as they were. The risk of heartbreak and of children living in shadows was too much a burden to bear for either of them. And so this separation of flesh must continue, thought-out their days, however long it may be. 

That didn't mean that she had to enjoy this separation though. Her mind knew of the logistics and reason made her keep her desires to be let out only in jest, but her heart ached at the unfairness of duty and it's chains upon them. 

"I understand, my Obi," she murmured into his chest, her head having turned into him and lips brushing against his body as the words departed her. She knew that he'd be able to sense her thoughts, to feel her mood shift so. It was hard to hide from him from across the room, and so, in his arms, deception was an absurd option. "I understand all. You above all else." However much you may want to deny it. 

"Forgive my words. I was overwhelmed." She smiled into his chest and then turned to lay her head against him again, her hand returning to its rightful path over his heart. "I do not always have the strength to stick to my convictions as you do, Jedi." For once, the title left her mouth happily, teasingly. "I am distracted by the flesh more than I should be and for that I hope you forgive me. Not all minds are as attuned as yours is." 

Cradling her like this already felt like he was rebelling against the word of the Jedi, because he knew her scent and the feeling of her clothing and her skin beneath would remain in his mind for a while and despite the fact that he could easily hide it away when needed, the thoughts could creep into his mind as he set to getting to sleep and corrupt his thinking. It would affect him little, as the Jedi had taught him mostly to be boss over his thoughts, but the idea of knowing that he missed something, someone, was already a painful thought.

"You don't have to apologise," Obi-Wan spoke, moving one hand to the back of her head and carefully feeling her hair between his calloused fingers. He gently stroked the blonde strands before moving his hand to her shoulder, prying her back from him a little, though in the gentlest of manners, to look at her. One finger gently reached out to touch the soft skin of her neck, where he caressed her softly.

His hand slowly moved to the back of her neck, his battle-scarred skin feeling rough against her precious flesh. Her hair weighed on his hand and it made him think of when he was a young padawan with a lot less self control than he had now. It made him think of grabbing her like this back then and barely thinking twice before kissing her. Despite the fact that it may be something he would want, he knew that there was no room for such acts in the life of being a Jedi and therefore he tilted her head up only slightly and pressed his lips carefully to her forehead, the prickle of his beard perhaps scratching her skin.

Obi-Wan had sensed her just a few seconds before her voice sounded behind him, changed and unchanged simultaneously and he turned around, a version of Siri Tachi meeting him that he had never seen before. “Siri,” Obi-Wan started, both wanting to embrace her and question her at the same time. “I don’t understand,” he spoke, frowning slightly as the last thing he expected was to see her.

[So! After today, in which I may or may not squeeze out some mainverse replies, everything will be on hold for the CDRP high school AU. (Yaaay~) That means that asks and such will be answered in the context of the AU, if at all possible; if not, I’ll save them and answer them next week. I still have a few memes to do so I guess I’ll publish those next week, too.

I’m going to be trying my bestest to interact with group members, but if anyone else would like to have a thread with high schooler Ani/Vader, shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to oblige. c:

AU mode will last from Monday, 9th September to Monday, 16th September. 

"The Force should be in balance, to a certain extent," Obi-Wan began to explain. "The Force is nor light or dark, the Force is just there, like air is. It depends on how you wield it and for the majority of the time, it is used for good, by the Jedi," he explained. "The Sith were a group of Force users that wielded it not for the greater good, but as a weapon to get what they wanted. We believe the Sith are extinct, but we know this is not entirely true. My own Master was slain by a Sith."